“Like I said, none of the rules you listed off seem hard to follow. If you’re down, then so am I.”
Again, Luna hits me with silence. Waiting for her to get her thoughts in order, I wander around my kitchen, making note of the items I’m particularly attached to. The mug Paige got me with a picture of us screaming on a roller-coaster drop always makes me laugh. I set it in the middle of the counter to be bubble-wrapped when I get off the phone.
“You mean it, don’t you?” Luna’s bafflement rings clear, even an ocean away. “You’ll marry me?”
“I will. How soon can I start shipping boxes to your place? I’ll put in my two weeks’ notice tomorrow, but I’ll probably need three to get everything squared away here?—”
“Charlie,” she cuts me off.
“Yeah.”
“You’re … thank you.”
I grin, staring out my window at the street below, starting my slow goodbye to my life in Europe. “We’re in this together now.”
“I guess we are.”
“Now we’ve just got one more question to answer.”
“What’s that?”
“Are you going to be Luna Keller? Or should I be Charlie Lamont?”
CHAPTER 18
LUNA
My future husband waits on the curb outside baggage claim.
Might as well start calling him that now, I figure.
Other people might struggle to find their passenger, but mine stands a head above everyone else. It helps that he’s not passing the time waiting by staring down at his phone. Charlie searches the approaching cars.
Looking for me.
I’m at the airport to pick up my fiancé. Never thought that would be a scenario I lived out.
Through the windshield, our eyes catch. Then Charlie hits me with his beautiful, wide grin that shines brightly in this dingy terminal.
Something in my chest does a weird flip-flop. Definitely not my heart though. That’s not allowed.
I maneuver to the curb and throw my car in park before climbing out to help Charlie with his two massive rolling suitcases. Considering that he’s moving his entire life across the Atlantic, I’d say he packed light.
“Hey! No need to get out. I’ve got this.” He waves me off, but I’m not daunted by polite refusals of help.
“You get one; I’ll get the other,” I counter while popping open the trunk.
Charlie doesn’t bother arguing anymore, letting me grab his other bag and heft the thing into my car.
Smart man.
Once we’re settled in our seats and pulling onto the highway, Charlie shifts his body toward mine. “How is everything?”
With traffic heavier at this time of day, I have to keep my eyes fully on the road, which means I don’t get to stare at the attractive man in my passenger seat while we talk. Guess that doesn’t matter too much. If everything sticks to the plan, I’ll have a good year to ogle him.
No, I scold myself.No ogling allowed. This is just business.
“A lot of your boxes arrived, and none looked like they sustained damage. I have them all in my guest room. Well, your room now.”
